Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 15:42:02 -0400
From: Selena
Subject: Chloe's Story

April in Attica just may be the time and place that most closely approaches
perfection.  The winds of February and the rains of March give way to clear
skies and the seduction of the olive fields.  All is lush and growing, as the
Earth Mother Gaea decrees, and her daughter Chloe walks the land, touching
each plant with green, for Green is the gift of the young goddess.  Chloe
laughs as she touches each bud, and her laughter is heard on the gentle
breeze.  She giggles in pleasure as she gently pinches her own pink nipples
through her diaphanous green shift.  The yellow-brown grass of Winter turns
green under her feet as she walks the land.  She carries a magic wand of
pussy willow, and occasionally she lifts her transparent skirt to brush the
soft nubs against her thighs, and elsewhere.  It is a season for pleasure, and
Chloe delights in both the giving and the receiving.

Strains of an unknown music float to Chloe's ears on the Spring breeze.  It
is a sad music, which seems to call out "I am here.  I am alone.  I am lonely.
Come to me."  How could anyone be lonely, with the trees and the flowers
and the birds for company?  Chloe has to find out.  She follows the sound of
the music, high up on a rocky hill, and there beholds a slim maiden with
lustrous eyes and even shinier long brown hair.  The maiden's ruby lips are
dancing back and forth across the tops of a set of Pan-pipes, which in Attica
are called a syrinx.  Chloe gazes at those lips, as they draw the mournful
tune from her instrument.  They are the most luscious lips Chloe has ever
seen, and the way they seem to kiss the syrinx reminds Chloe of the touch of
a gentle lover.

Chloe sits down on a nearby stone, and once again lifts her skirt to brush
the downy buds of her pussy-willow wand between her parted thighs.  Not
taking her eyes from the musician's lips, she begins to imagine how that
mouth would feel against hers.  With the fingers of one hand she parts her
own pussy lips, to allow the slim wand to brush over her clitoris.  She moans
in pleasure, and the moan seems to blend in tune with the music of the pipes.
Chloe lets the rhythm of the syrinx guide her own self-pleasuring,
sometimes slowing into languid indulgence, and sometimes racing ahead
toward a climax.  She turns her pussy-wand and slides the plump base into
her vagina, then begins to pump it in and out with joyous abandon as the
sound of the pipes dances around her in the soft spring air.  Suddenly she is
drowning in delicious orgasm, and must cry out her ecstasy for all the hills
around to hear.


Startled by the sound, Daphne abruptly ceases to play.  She looks around and
sees a woman only a little older than she, clad in green gossamer, yet with
her skirt raised, and a shaft of pussy willow sticking lewdly out of her cunt.
Daphne stares at her nether-lips, as avidly as Chloe has been regarding her
mouth upon the pipes.  For a moment that hangs suspended in time, each
stares at the other's lips, then their eyes meet, and both rise to approach
each other.  The voluptuous Chloe easily sheds her thin dress as she moves,
and lays her wand aside.  Her hands cup her ample breasts, holding them in
offering to the musician who has seduced her.

Daphne stares at the lush figure who has cum in response to her musical call.
She reaches out, and accepts the offered breasts, caressing the hard nipples,
then bending to suck them between her teeth.  Moaning in pleasure, Chloe
reaches down to take Daphne's white linen tunic.  Contact between mouth
and breast is momentarily broken as the garment is lifted over Daphne's
head, but the intimacy is quickly restored.  Daphne's hands glide down to the
waist of the green goddess, then reach further to caress her firm buttocks. At
Chloe's urging, the young girl's lips reluctantly leave her ripe nipples, and
begin to wend their way up Chloe's neck, to breath softly in her ear.  Chloe
shudders in delight as her earlobe is taken between those perfect lips, and
then a tongue begins to explore the swirls within.  She feels the tongue not
only within her ear, but also between her thighs, igniting new passion.

Impatient, Chloe must taste these lips with her own.  She turns her head, and
her mouth meets Daphne's.  The lips are soft and rich, and part readily
against her own.  Tentatively, at first, the two girls touch tongues.  One
slides slowly and seductively along the other, as if indulging in a moment of
remembered felatio.  The second tongue stiffens like an excited little cock,
and twitches and dances in excitement.  Then the two entwine, sliding
lewdly around each other, sucking and being sucked into the other's mouth.

Daphne's small breasts press against Chloe's more ample ones, as their
bellies meet.  Her slim hips move against Chloe's fuller ones.  Body slides
against body, as tongue slides against tongue.  Slowly the two women sink
to the soft earth, still locked in each other's embrace.  Finally breaking
the kiss; Chloe, the aggressor, gently eases Daphne onto her back.  Daphne
closes her eyes and parts her slim thighs in total surrender.  She cries out
as Chloe's lips close on her firm tits, nibbling and nipping at her nipples.
Daphne has never felt such gentle, yet insistent, sexuality before.  Her
nipples ache as they swell until they feel they might burst.
Chloe's hand comes to rest on the sparse fur of Daphne's vulva, her
fingertips probing and teasing their way between the damp folds.  Behind
her closed eyes all Daphne can see is the erotic vision of Chloe's open cunt
spilling its nectar down the shaft of that pussy-willow wand.  She raises her
hips to meet Chloe's exploring fingers, and is rewarded by the feeling of
them slipping into her vagina.  "Yes!" she breathes, "Yes!" as those fingers
begin to slide in and out of her cunt.

Chloe's tongue begins to leave a damp trail down the taut belly of her new
lover.  Daphne gasps as it finds her clitoris and starts to make slow swirls
around her nub of pleasure.  Two fingers of each of Chloe's hands penetrate
Daphne's love tunnel, and hold it open for her experienced tongue to dip into
the nectar within.  Daphne's cunt is transformed into a wellspring of lust,
as the lusty juices of youth rise to her opening and are spent on Chloe's
questing tongue, and overflow down her perineum, to drip from her anus to
the waiting Earth below.  The Earth Mother smiles at Chloe and her lovely
nymph, for all acts of love and pleasure are her rites.

Daphne is rewarded, as the lush lips of Chloe's sex are brought to hover over
her longing lips.  Having no experience in sucking pussy, Daphne must
employ vigor in place of skill, so she grips the hips of the Green goddess
and raises her head to mash her face into the fertile cleft above her.   Her
tongue slurps at the inner folds of the mystery above her, until it penetrates
between them to discover the entrance she seeks.  Without hesitation, Daphne
licks upward into the darkness.

Chloe's cunt responds to the hot, wet assault with a flow of rich white cream
that flows over her lover's eager face.  Mouth, chin, nose and cheeks; all
are soon covered in the spending of Chloe's passion.  The two young women
each erupt in delicious orgasm.  They grip each other's asses, and begin to
roll down the hillside, locked in their sixty-nine position of mutual sharing.
Neither will release the other's hips lest the glorious juices of the other's
sex be taken from her eager mouth, but as they shriek in their joy, they both
begin to laugh, and too soon they are separated as their downhill progress
causes them to bounce apart.  They lie in the afternoon sun, giggling and
licking the other's nectar from their mouths, until they are drawn together
again to taste themselves on a lover's lips.

Apollo, Lord of the Sun, slows His golden chariot to better observe the
lustful scene below.  Feeling his private parts rise to the challenge of
seducing the lovely maidens, he abandons his ride across the sky and
plunges toward the Earth.

Daphne, lying once more on her back, opens her eyes to greet her lover's
gaze.  A brilliant light shines over Chloe's shoulder, and grows brighter by
the moment.  Frightened, by the fireball, she leaps to her feet and starts to
run.  In her panic she cries out to the Earth Mother to save her, and not let
her be consumed by the flame.  Having just received such an offering of love
from Daphne, Gaea cannot deny such a prayer, so she sends a root to grip
the fleeing girl by the ankle, and instantly Daphne is transformed into a
small tree, without leaf or fruit.

Confused about the disappearance of the object of His lust, Apollo turns
aside.  "Why has this lovely girl been taken from me?" He cries.

"Because you frightened her with your power." Mother Gaea replies in the
mysterious language with which the Earth speaks to the Sun.  "And what is
done cannot be undone, and let that be a lesson to you the next time you
desire a human maid."

Broken hearted, Chloe picks up her gossamer green dress, and casts it over
the little tree, and the tree brings forth leaves.  They are the leaves of
Apollo's lust, and ever since, the Bay Laurel has been His symbol, and
the crown of bay leaves has been worn by Olympic victors, and Caesars, and
even today embraces the World on the flag of the United Nations.

And Chloe turns slowly away, for only She remembers that the Bay tree is
the lover the God of the Sun never had, but she did.  And Chloe smiles.